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never thought i’d be here for certain
now that i seen it in person
to me it was worth it
including the bullsh*t
put my name on that motherf*cker, yeah
i write it in cursive, then approve it
spit game in this motherf*cker, yeah
i might hit a curveball, get a new hit
got a new bit, i just put the curve on her
me and her on a new trip, where the water be blue as sh*t
pull up, new city not new to this
hit the drop zone for the pickup, ain’t sh*t missing
can’t trust a n*gga with a shipmеnt, don’t get twisted
can’t trust n*ggas at all, really, wеird energy
don’t f*ck with n*ggas at all, sh*t, got trust issues
f*ck b*tches, get money
grew up with black privilege, yeah, a lil’ n*gga had somethin’
lookin’ back, even the black privilege wasn’t that much
i seen my dad fall, he ain’t have no backup
he had to do it all, had to get back up
he had to prove to all that, black love come with black trust
fast forward 25, i got my dad blood
i’ma go body this whole sh*t, it’s time to mask up

this sh*t here came with a touch
no boo i ain’t tryin to f*ck
there you go comin with l*st
tryna make my sh*t go up
you can pour this in that glass
i’ma pour that in that cup
these n*ggas rhyming for what
sh*t i’m just here for the show
i get the bag, dab the promoter up, then get the f*ck out the door
can’t wait around with these hoes
you know the broads gon’ show up
she might pour that up in this glass
put some of that up in your cup
n*ggas be tricking for what?
sh*t, i’m just here for the show
it was all a dream
first toured when i was 13
with the norwoods, first time i rehe*rs*d singing
from the north cac where they spin shirts, never wave towels
i’ll give you three to six, i don’t need eight hours
i ain’t repeating sh*t, i ain’t gon’ say it for hours
gotta believe in this sh*t, i stay up all day for hours
see me in something exotic, make no mistake it’s ours
going hard every day, every hour

this sh*t here came with a touch
no boo i ain’t tryin to f*ck
there you go comin with l*st
tryna make my sh*t go up
you can pour this in that glass
i’ma pour that in that cup
these n*ggas rhyming for what
sh*t i’m just here for the show
i get the bag, dab the promoter up, then get the f*ck out the door
can’t wait around with these hoes
you know the broads gon’ show up
she might pour that up in this glass
put some of that up in your cup
n*ggas be tricking for what?
sh*t, i’m just here for the show

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